Chapter Text
Age:15
Alastor sighed making his way to the hotel kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast and a drink. Half asleep he started fixing coffee and popped some toast into the toaster. It was one of those old pop-up types They had one of the newfangled types but he preferred the classics As he pushed the tab down, he got a shock to see the slits of the toaster started flashing colored changing lights
“What the devil…..”
He sighed, gritting his teeth and activated his microphone staff, connecting to the hotel intercom speaking with forced calmness. “Jordan, dear . Can you come down to the hotel kitchens? Please?”
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Jordan felt an ice cold chill go down his spine from his father’s tone alone.. He could just hear how much Alastor was holding back his anger.
“Oh noooo”
Wendy looked up from her side of the room. “...oh great.. What’d ya do Jor? Usually he saves that tone for me”
“...uh I dunno maybe…” Jordan sighed ,and his golden orange spotted ears twitched in thought. “Maybe one of my…fixes..”
“Ahhhh” Wendy grinned. “Well I’ll catch up with ya” She yawned “So he doesn’t go too hard”
“Thanks Wen” Jordan said as he grabbed a top.
The intercom crackled “....I’m waitinggggggg…”
Wendy scowled “KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON, OLD MAN”
“ Don’t try me this early in the morning, young lady ” Their father snapped at her
“...Wendy don’t” Jordan sighed . He sighed going downstairs, his ears folding back as he made his way to the kitchens . He found his father standing with a plate of breakfast next to the toaster and flinched “Oooooooooooooooh the toaster…”
“Yes” Alastor took a slice of bread and slipped it in and started it making colors dance from the slits. “This was your doing then”
Jordan winced, his ears folding back even more. “...mighta been”
Alastor heaved a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose. “...might I ask why ?”
“...I just.. thought…. It’d be cool” Jordan squirmed fidgeting. “I’m sorry”
Alastor sighed. “Jordan…. I …your skill is impressive and I know you mean well… but.. I wish you would take more consideration or at least maybe try telling me when you feel like making alterations. I am the Facility Manager and all other maintenance to the hotel should be run by me, as should yours”
Jordan nodded. “..okay Dad…”
“....are there any other modifications I should know about?” he said, raising a brow.
Jordan flinched. “Maaaaaaybeeeeeee but.. I- I I have to rememb-”
“Y- wh- ...you don’t remember?!” Jordan ‘eeped’ cowering as he saw the static and glow of his father’s eyes.
Alastor saw the fear in his child’s eyes and a chill ran through him as he recalled that very same look in the eyes of Husk and occasionally his other souls.. In his victims. …in his own eyes when his father…
Now his own son.. .. fuck . He’d sworn when the twins were born he’d never make his children look at him with the same fear. Damnit
Alastor sighed guiltily, calming down with a sigh. “I’m -…. .” He shook his head “just get some breakfast and…try to work on a list…yes?”
Jordan nodded. “O-okay I’m sorry..”
“I know… I.. I .I apologize for losing my temper, dear just… start asking permission yes?”
Jordan nodded. Wendy walked in as they finished, in a sports bra and pajama shorts crossing her arms. “Hey, lay off, will you?”
Alastor sighed “Wendy darling please, there’s no need to worry we came to an agreement” She snorted
“Don’t darling me …” She came over and looked at the toaster flashing lights. “It’s just.. Lights… ? I think it looks pretty cool? What’s the big deal?”
“Yes well … it’s the fact the modifications are being made to this establishment, that I am the facility manager of ,dear” Alastor said with an edge to his voice,
Wendy rolled her eyes. The toast popped up and she grabbed it taking a bite . “right. Right”
Alastor narrowed his eyes “...and for that matter young lady, why are you walking around down here in just that” he gestured at her clothing .
Wendy shrugged nibbling on the toast “tch it’s like 7 am nobody’s even here”
Alastor grit his teeth, temper rising again “...Dear.. that’s not the point and you know it. You’re still a young lady and this, might I remind you, is hell . Now go upstairs and change ”
Wendy rolled her eyes. “...implying I couldn’t take on any of the chuds in this pit”
“ Go. Change .”
“Ugh” Wendy walked away still nibbling the toast and Jordan followed . Watching the two leave Alastor grumbled
“Adolescents will be the death of me” he sighed , pouring some whiskey into his coffee and sipping. “But… they do keep things entertaining around here I suppose…”